Well… I start and sigh. I pull both of my eyebrows down nervously as I ask What do the girl things… look like?. I start to feel a little more conf...dent now that I have managed to get the question out there. She pulls her arm away and puts her hands on her knees, she rubs her knees in her palms. Wow she half sighs, half gasps. She becomes still and looks up to me, shrugging. She looks me in the eyes and tries to let me down easy by saying I dont know where I would even start, it is not as easy. She was about 7 or 8 years older than me and I was 20 at the time. After various flirtacious encounters, she decided to let another co worker know she thought I was "really cute", "but too young for her." Obviously, that co-worker told me about what she had said and I was smitten at the idea of her being attracted to me enough to tell someone. I knew she was opening the door for me to show more interest in her.. So, one day after another extremely flirtacious conversation, I told her I knew. I'm still pacing myself this weekend, anticipating roadblocks, but getting so much cooperation and trust, I'm overwhelmed. Testing and pushing my own limits, I'm surprised how easily I am adapting."Trust is the difference. If I couldn't trust Sue with you, Joe, I couldn't push past my old comfort limits. Once Sue began being truthful about her needs, rebuilding my trust, I was able to help her explore. The result is the vast difference I see in her ease and happiness in the last month. As long. I loved it here in San Francisco.I hoped we'd stay for awhile.I always loved the song"San Fransisco Days" by Chris Isaak and now I was here!Linda and Dan said they'd take us all out to Market Street that weekend and also to Fishermen'sWharf.We were excited about that.We continued working until dark.Linda asked us where we were staying.We all looked at each other and started laughing.We finally told them we had slept on the beach.She said"No! with a big laugh."That will never do!" You're staying.